I’m A Different Person

I hate hearing you type
I hate hearing you write
You're all that i like
I think i’m lying
I feel like i'm dying
I'm tired of crying
I’m tired of trying
I don't feel right
I don't feel nothing
That must be something
I think that i'm bluffing
You are so loving
To anybody
Leaving me bloody
I may start cutting
I may start fucking
Again
Fucking a friend
Fucking a buddy
Or maybe 20
Maybe i'm lucky
She's busy sucking
No conversation
Before i'm cumming
Maybe then
I'm a different person